Perfection Unknown

Perfection unknown It yells at me Tells me Scorns me Bothers me Never lets me free. What does it mean to be any of this? This little piece of me; My heart My wishes My thought This thought that the world should be Fun Playful Sunny Bright But that doesn’t actually happen, not when we were born to be imperfect. Is it really fair to claim perfection as Nice Pretty With sun-kissed cheeks? Perfection is everything Perfection is being Patient but feisty, able to speak your own mind Not an in your face smart but to know everything To be perfectly gorgeous but not fake looking To be happy but to feel pain The ability to be stoic but to be full of emotions Are these contradictions perfection? Is it fair that we Assume Judge Demand this of every being on this earth We all must be unique and our own person, but we all with to be that perfect person. But if we were to all be perfect we are to be the same. And by being the same are we all suddenly unperfect? It doesn’t quite matter though because Everyone Still Wants To Be Perfect No matter how Unattainable Unreal Unperfect being perfect really is. Because being perfect is Messing up at just the right time Knowing when to speak at the perfectly right but just so wrong time Being able to be excellent but not overly excellent Being absolutely perfect But being the worst person ever at the same time. We’re Confusing Conflicting Contradicting ourselves But if this makes me human Makes you human Makes her human Makes him human Then so be it.